Oh, I'll take anything
That fresh she has to give
Straight into my hands
Right in those yellow fields
Where summertime is taken
By such small hands,
Well, it's such a funny day
It's such a funny day
Your smile's in my head
And that's all right
When in the bluest sky
If I look up I see no sign of echo
When if there's sadness
And they want quick smile
It's not there tomorrow
Tomorrow
That fresh she has to give
Straight into my hands
Right in those yellow fields
Where summertime is taken
By such small hands,
Well, it's such a funny day
It's such a funny day
Your smile's in my head
And that's all right
When in the bluest sky
If I look up I see no sign of echo
When if there's sadness
And they want quick smile
It's not there tomorrow
Tomorrow